Life was a comfortable routine in our studio flat, I was close to college and at the same time felt free to move around the neighbourhood, where we lived "anything went" and no one gave a hoot about our domestic situation....what I found so nice was that even out shopping we were able to hold hands like any other couple. True, I did attract glances but never was I actually pestered by unwanted attentions, mind you I would never go into a Pub on my own (in any event I was a couple of months off 18....not that anyone here would have minded) since that would have invited trouble. Still it was amazing how many people from school seemed to have connections with the area, I mean the elf and his fabulous blond friend...and their partners - they were reasonable close by, which was good since they'd shortly be needed for the photo sessions we had scheduled.. Reflectively, content, happy I went about our business - I tended to be entrusted with the prickly customers because as he put it "no one would have the heart to upset someone so gorgeous..." I hoped he would keep on being correct..this next customer was a notoriously difficult person...a famous QC, rather weird and volatile...and the name...it seemed familiar...but no matter, here was the residence (NOT "House" oh no....this reeked of money, in an exclusive mews too, rumour had it the occupant had already turned down one of those "Grace and favour" establishments, it being not up to scratch in his view...). So, feeling rather small and vulnerable I pressed the bell. No footman opened the door but I was in for a greater shock, one of that pair of former confidantes/educators from school, promiscuous horrors - or what you will - stood there
"Wow, it's you lovely!....you are still gorgeous!" Here he was joined by his friend and like friendly puppies they were all over me.
We sat down and quietly exchanged gossip - they too had left school early, the situation was complex they explained and meanwhile, xxxxx"s Dad had somehow (here they exchanged smirks) been appointed their guardian. And here was xxxxx, resignedly and apologetically he sauntered in - I recalled him as being a halfway decent senior, certainly I had never been bothered by him. Seeing me he gave a low whistle, then settled himself between the two - I noticed an arm being draped over each shoulder as they snuggled up to him possessively. Now it was time to explain my errand, we needed a photo shoot of his father, nothing formal but one of the National weekend papers intended doing a feature on this unusual man. There was silence, his son looked mildly apprehensive
"Dad doesn't do interviews.....er...hmmm, I know...why don't you come with me?"
Happily I followed, up stairs, more stairs, still more stairs...until, well it was a most intriguing attic...the view even took in the river...dozing at an enormous desk was the man himself.
Dad! Dad!! We want a favour..."
"Christ, not another....who in God's name have you here, you've two already??"
No, Dad no....I was at school with him too but never touched him...couldn't get near (apologetically) but he's living with someone who needs ....well, informal photos.." turning to me "Perhaps you explain?"
I did my best but expected at any minute that the cross examination would begin, nothing of the sort happened, the old bugger seemed to soften even..and then I noticed it, the portrait on the wall - she was young, lovely, green eyed and with red hair. I couldn't keep up the sales pitch now, instead I apologised for the intrusion, stammered and backed away. Piercing eyes stopped me dead
"Yes, I can be available, my son can arrange times and so forth..it won't be a problem. Wait downstairs could you please?"
Five minutes passed and then
"He saw you looking at Mum's picture and noted you reaction - he admires you for not capitalising on it, which is why he agreed to the session...."
I left shortly after having given them our address - they were fun to be with, delightfully uninhibited and probably much better for having a stable partner...they were both studying...but what it was I didn't yet know. Anyway, feeling cheerfully irresponsible I detoured to the shops, there in a particular stall I found what I wanted, diaphanous with slit sides, I had it neatly parcelled before heading off home.
Breaking the news was good, he was delighted though sobered somewhat when I explained the background so to lighten the mood I asked him to wait "while I changed into something more comfortable".
"Oh...my God..." was his reaction, the garment was ankle length and the drape such that it not only clung but swished and swirled from my thighs down. He awoke from his shock and retrieved the shawl with which I'd once stunned his elderly colleague. Carefully adjusting this, he just stood and stared as if hypnotised, still under a spell he sought me and oh so reverently I felt lips on mine. There he stood, unable to get enough but eventually
"They do speak of Helen of Troy, and you wonder don't you, could someone really be that beautiful....but they can...oh yes, and here I am kissing you...lucky, lucky me...no, don't part that skirt...too late, standing like that with your sweet leg exposed, too much, too much...come darling, please, I need to love you"....and trembling fingers enclosed my eager penis..as I went to my lover.